Denise’s prompt this week is “JOURNEY”—do visit her to read fabulous posts, and quotations that make you ponder. Write a 6-Sentence Story, you’ll be hooked—join us! 🙂 Link: https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2021/03/10/its-six-sentence-story-thursday-link-up-150/
And so she left her personal Egypt, the familiar bondage she’d been born into; (they were rescued, her mother’s face begged her to accept)—led from a harsh, predictable enslavement to who-knew-where.
Life was day-and-night wilderness, and crowded camp of strangers (some related to her) who stared as though she differed from them in unfathomable ways; well—she was different…from birth, invisibly marked an outcast, a scapegoat; (but her late grandmother had whispered that she was marked, yes—for blessed purpose).
A milk-and-honeyed ‘promised land’, she’d overheard…that was their destination; so, why did the journey feel as intimidating and oppressive as the home she’d left…not quite frightening, yet cast in pallor of anxious dread?
One man was the same as the next (grim, formidable, to be obeyed not crossed); and the women, without variation—standing back submissively, muted gray powerlessness glazing their eyes; all liars, the lot of them—there was no future, it was gilded denial, a useless mantra to push them into another wilderness ahead.
A scouting expedition had brought mixed reports—some enthused about the peculiar abundance discovered: grape clusters twice the size of average men’s heads, and more lush fruit varieties; but most scouts were terrified—there would be battles before bounty; rumors murmured there was a split…some might turn back, or go their own direction.
She lay in the tent, pondering…her brothers were favored ones, joyful adventurers high on aerated speculations about something called a covenant promise; unmarried, she’d still and ever be a slave…barring a miracle, a genuine Savior.
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